The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1887-03-04

the west. sat down to dream out the
dream loved best-of course, twas Of
Charlie. Was he in Rome? Or had he
come back to his 'Toinnette's old home
and found her away? What use were
these dreams? you'll ask me, my Nora.
Wild will-o'-wisp CLEANS of hope fol
the future, with Charles dear arm
supporting me ever There came
an alarm from the forests deep heart
"a voice on the air cried:
"Clear the way. miners! Take our
Queen. there, and her aunt from the
cabin! Lead them up high-far up the
Sierras-the fever is nigh! I'm bring.
ing \ stranger-a man near his death
with the demon Of typhusr' Deacon
Ben's breath gave up after this, and he
stood far apart from the miners, whose
children and wives from the start of his
cry had huddled in terror.
My aunt went straight to the "Dea-
CON-" beginning to rant in her usual
fashion, and, spite of their fea,s,
brought him into our cabin. The
strangers hot tears baptized our hands
lovingly.
All, well day! The romance ends
itself in the usual way! Invent straight
to Auntic-she f:owncd, then she
smiled-"I knew you, young scape.
grace-my own darling child! 'Sh.
he's sleeping! Come closer; there now,
'Toinettc, look well at him, darlingr'
I'll never forget till the day of my
death how leaned DER the face on the
hot, tumbled pillow and noted the
graces of his exquisite features, com.
pairing the lines of his brow-fever.
flusbcd-with those of the mcn
of the mines, with their plebeiar
features. Deacon Ben came to ''in.
quire for the stranger" giving hi.
name as'.young Dandy-Sleeve, who hed
settled the fray the previous evenin'. ]
found him away down thar in the
gulches a-talkin' so queer that. Queen.
l jest went up a purpose to hear-what
kissin' my hand, are ye-old Ben mus
blubber-I ain't-sure-I amt nOthin
but an ole lnbber-goO-good-bye"
and he left us.
The heart that I thought away off in
Naples-uncared for, unsought-came
back with a bound, and gave it away
to the unconscious sleeper! Twas un.
fair. you say. to treat Charlie so? And
Nora, you grieve that gave my heart
over to young ''Dandy-sleeve." Sup
pose through the long nights of watch.
ing you'd heard your own name called
brokenly and every word a term of en-.
dearment? Saw the arms stretch in
agonized emptiness? Heard the poor
wretch crave pardon for what was
your fault-nOt his own-would you,
heart be rs adamant. marble, or stone:
Mine wasn't. remember one morn.
ing, twas just about dawn, watched
him moment while auntie was gone
to get him some cool drink. He open.
ell his eyes and gazed in my face in a
dreamy surprise.
Darling" whispered-now, Nora,
don't start, you know 1 would follow
my impulsive heart! ''Rest, darling,
be quiet. Forgive me, please. dear, ]
can guess what wild goose chase has
brought you out here-and the goose,
sir, is captive-no words from you.
nowr' and pushing the dark, bonny
locks from his brow. 1 peered into his
eyes. Such a world full of joy came
from their brown depths! snow, be q
good boy. and rest your
Well, Nora, the rest is soon told. Sir
Boston's Bluejay's mammoth nugget Of
gold was given next week to the
Queen" The prayer came with it..
that our Queen should stay in the
air of the mountains and marry the
young Dandy-Sleeves before the late
autumn had colorcd the leaves.
l turn to my hero-"Well. Dandy.
Sleeve. dear. shall we stay with our
subjects the rest of the year?"
"Vive la refine, love-" he answers;
Eyes, stay till Jack Frost has shown
that his feet Ger the mountains have
crossed-then no! for Italy-glorious
Rome-where I've for the past year
been making home; where once !
tried, darling. to ask you to gO-but
you stopped me abruptly"
So. Nora. you know We are married.
And would you please do this for me?
Go down town to Stewards and buy
what you see quite stylish in dress
goods, gloves. laces and shoes-the
handsomest articles-(yOu can't refuse?)
for which find the inclosed. Direct
them, Tough Case" wife of Charles
"Dandy-Sleeve," ''Queen Toinette"
of that place.
MY auntie sends love, dear; and
Nora. don't fret, or waste sympathy on
your old friend, ANTOINETTE.
-ErG Best, in Detroit Free Press.